My Divorced Crybaby Novels & Stories

Her focus was elsewhere, her eyes still locked on the man who now looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Oh, my son-in-law!” the man cried, turning toward Curtis with exaggerated emotion. “I know you’re a busy man. Just give me some money and I’ll go to the doctor myself.” “We’re divorced,” Tessa cut in sharply before Curtis could even respond. Her voice was cold, final. “He’ll never give you money again.” “What?!” the man exclaimed, his earlier crying disappearing instantly as shock took over his face. “You actually let go of a rich guy like him? How dare you get divorced!”

Hannah muttered, "I saw Jake and Carla traveling together on Instagram." I stayed silent, suddenly realizing that after every previous divorce, I had compulsively refreshed Jake and Carla's posts, torturing myself. Except this time. Seeing my quiet, Hannah's tone softened with sympathy. "Did you two… divorce again?" In our circle, she was the only one who knew about my repeated marriages and divorces with Jake. "Yeah… divorced." Hannah sighed, offering a steady stream of comforting words.

"No. I'm sorry but no." I fanned myself feigning balancing tears to perfection. "I was hoping it won't get to this but he's going through a hard time." I sniffled. "Since his father and I got divorced, he's been acting out. You know how difficult Nicko is. Imagine what I have to deal with at home. It's not easy for either of us and now you want to make this worse by expelling him so that he's stuck at home all the time? Don't you have any kindness?" I let the tears fall as I covered my face and cried like an Oscar depended on it. When I felt his hand over my shoulder, I smiled internally. I have won him over. I always saved my tears for extreme moments like this.

"You disappointed my family five years ago. We were waiting for a male heir from your womb, but all you gave us was a daughter!" "All I need is one thing, Sarah. A son to carry the Vexler name! You know that!" Sarah dropped to her knees, her body trembling. She wrapped her arms around herself as if trying to protect the last piece of her dignity. "If I divorce you now, you'll live alone and end up poor!" he spat coldly. "Don't forget, you were disowned by the Langford family because you married me! You chose this path, so they won’t ever help you again."

He took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her in comfort. " I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry." He said soothingly. Sydney clung to him, tightly and without care this time. She couldn't care; she wasn't married anymore, and there was nothing she had to worry about. " You said I shouldn't hold my pain in, let me cry. " Gabriel was aware of how less self-conscious she was when holding him. He asked, " Did anything happen between you and Gavin?" " We...we divorced." She cried.

' "Margaret angrily retorted, 'Pregnant? That shameless libertine of an ex-girlfriend, along with that meddlesome, heartless old scoundrel, you two having a litter of children. They'll find a way to tear you two apart, and in the end, it's the poor children who will suffer!' "Arabella nodded. 'I feel the same way.' Margaret impatiently waved her hand. 'Then get divorced, get it done quickly! My girl is young, beautiful, smart, and charming. After a divorce, which man won't come knocking?' Arabella's nose felt tingly, and she collapsed onto her mother's shoulder, sobbing. Tears streamed down uncontrollably. Sometimes, crying is a form of release, an emotional outlet. After crying, things ofte

Ignoring my feelings and inclinations are part of what got me to this point. "I know we're divorced, but thinking about him being with someone else just brings it all up again. Who is he going out with? Will he have sex with her? And then, of course that makes me think about if he'll get married again. Will it be a gold-digging groupie and will she be terrible to my kids? Theo is too young to tell me if anything happens, and the thought of being away from them, him especially overnight, is just debilitating at this point. And I know none of it is rational, but the whole thing just makes me want to cry again." I take a deep breath, since I don't think I took one during that entire monologue,

Darby ran to him with tears rolling out of her eyes. “Daddy, please don't send us away!” Darby begged. However, Franco kicked her off him. “Your mother will show you to your father, you bastard.” He looked away from Darby and looked at Charlene. “You are useless, you are already spending the money you got from the divorce. You are already buying designer again.” The man shook his head and went in again. “You are the useless one!” She shouted at him before ordering a cab. Eventually, the cab arrived.

"I was hoping you could ask your husband, Lucian, to help him." Krystie stiffened slightly, lowering her gaze as if struggling to compose herself. She let out a slow, shaky breath as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, uncle. I can’t ask him." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Mr. Xavier frowned. "Krystie...Why are you crying? Why not?" She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Lucian and I are divorced." "Divorced? What do you mean...but I heard that you're still together."

I hissed through clenched teeth. I quickly looked around, making sure no one was watching us. Thankfully, we hadn’t attracted any attention. I couldn't afford to go viral for another negative reason. Reluctantly, Cyril stood up. Just when I thought the drama was over, he launched into another emotional plea, explaining how miserable his life had been since our divorce. He cried his eyes out, but I didn’t fall for his antics. Not even an ounce of pity stirred within me. I just stood there, pretending he wasn’t speaking to me. The last time I listened to him, I fell into his trap—and it ended in regret.